Was sitting at home one evening quietly watching TV when I used to live just outside of a small town in the central north of Tasmania. One flew in through the front door, did a circuit around the living room and then flew out again - or at least thats what it felt like.
The reality was that it was a F111 doing a practice bomb run on a cement factory located in the nearby town. Whenever they were in the state this was a favourite exercise as a year or so earlier two of them did a daylight sortie on the same target. They were positioning out of Hobart where they had been for some flag waving duty back to the mainland. 500' or so over the ridge to the south of the town, "bomb" the factory then hard pull to the left to again depart northwards at 500' at a great rate of knots.
Not only did they get all that fun but they paid them as well. Spoilt I say.
